Bleed
Words, where are you? Hear me my heart, Be still and trust that he is God. That he has a plan for the very best. Again, I have to watch, bleed silently and let go. Peradventure, you will be the Neo who'd return. To liberate my doubts. Or just one of the Smiths Who always seem to have a backup plan. Bleed. How much more? In teary silence Unspoken responses I watch as time folds Weighted words long awaited Finds no medium of conveyance. I'm pregnant with words. But no one to take the birth. Time has played a fast one. So I sit and bleed away... Else, walk on and never stop.